Huns...

 "Diversity is where nations go to die..." -- Mark Steyn

Memory...

 "The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living..." -- Cicero

Watching Joe Watch His Watch...

 

"I can hardly forebear hurling things at him..." -- William Shakespeare

An Open Letter To Facebook...

 "Apparently, you can post "Death to America" with impunity. You can call for the elimination of the White Race. You can easily express your belief that all republicans and conservatives should die. You can even write how you would like to see a Senator or President of the United States assassinated, and Facebook will do nothing about it. You can lie about a pandemic. You can use Facebook apps to overthrow a government, as the Taliban just did, and Facebook will maintain a constant state of inertia. Make a statement about Afghans suffering what you believe they deserve, however, and suddenly, there's 'Community Standards'" -- The Overlord

The Sisyphus of Kabul (Part Four)

 "The West is slowly being strangled by the East with the products of it's own culture..." -- The Overlord

The Sisyphus of Kabul (Part Three)

 "No dumb bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other, poor dumb bastard die for his country...". -- George S. Patton, "War As I Knew It"

"A good plan, executed violently, is better than a perfect plan executed at some indefinite time in the future...".George S. Patton, "War As I knew It"

The Sisyphus of Kabul (Part Two)

 

"To each comes in their lifetime a special moment when they are figuratively tapped on the shoulder and offered the chance to do a very special thing, unique to them and fitted to their talents. What a tragedy if that moment finds them unprepared or unqualified for that which could have been their finest hour..." -- Winston Churchill

The Sisyphus of Kabul (Part One)

 

"Yea and I beheld Sisyphus in strong torment, grasping a monstrous stone with both his hands. he was pressing thereat with hands and feet, and trying to roll the stone upward toward the brow of the hill. But oft as he was about to hurl it over the top, the weight would drive him back, so once again to the plain rolled the stone, the shameless thing. And he once more kept heaving and straining, and the sweat the while was pouring down his limbs, and the dust rose upwards from his head..." -- Homer, "The Odyssey", Book XI.